The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1887-10-01

Lily, "for old people and invalids, but
with youth and health there must be
something to expend her surplus ener-
gies on, which she would yet dis
cover"
The March winds were carolling in
boisterous and noisy fashion about the |
house, making the cosy sitting-room
seem unusually cheerful.
Lily was scanning the weekly news;
grandpa, with look of calm content,
was contemplating the distant noun
tains, possibly trying to peer into the
still farther and SUMMER beyond"
into which his many old-time friends
had vanished.
She laid down the pape rwith the de-
cisive audible comment: That's just
what I'll dor
What are you just going to doP"
said the silver-haired grandsire, re-
called again to the realities of time.
But Lily was not just then prepared
to answer. my plans, she said, with
respectful dignity, "are not very def
mite yet
ga man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds, you
know" and then she flew upstairs, to
think undisturbed in the solitude of her
own room, humming as she went IA
vorite melody.
The doings of Miss Lily commenced
to be very queer thenceforward, and
mamma feared she had taken leave of
her senses.
Her first absurdity was to hastily ar
range for a visit to Uncle Johns, and
the next one was to mount the truck
wagon beside farm hand to accom-
plish the journey, having argued down
mammals objections, as she was nearly
always able to do.
And when, two days later, she was
left at the house at an early hour, laden
with pile of books and pamphlets,
mamma seriously demanded an expla-
nation of such proceedings.
II had an idea, mamma, mine!' said
Lily, "and not wishing to bother you
with it, have consulted with uncle and
auntie about my prospective gardening
scheme"
your whatP" said mamma, in dis
may.
"Why, I've read that women can do
it, and ! think there will be no harm in
tryingit. Uncle John thinks might,
in small way, and has offered to help
me, and l am going to read up the sub
ject. Here are these illustrated cata-
logues, that contain much information,
and then this Gardening for Profit"
is just what hits me, for it is the profits
that am after, first and foremost, and
the sentiment of the thing afterwards. :"
Sentiment echoed mamma. "As
if sentiment could be associated with
onions and cabbagcs and dirt. Have
you yet considered the labor involved
Who is going to weed and tend this
fine gardenP And who will manage
the details of your elaborate schemeP"
"Myself-MisS Lily Arlington
some available boys in the neighbor-
hood, with possible favors from Uncle
John besides"
"Well," said mamma, resignedly,
81 shall not oppose you. 1t will per-
haps prove serviceable lesson to you;
and then when you have tried the en-
terprise to your satisfaction, and have
grown as sallow and yellow as tiger
| lily, you will perhaps be thoroughly
cured of your mercenary schemes, and
conclude to let well enough alone"
Thanks, mamma dear, your objec.
tons shall prove stimulant; am bound
to disappoint you happily. If you will
be good enough to furnish me with
some long-wristed mitts-you know
} you have the pattern you made my las
summers Jersey mitts by-and some
cool, wide sunbonnets, I'll take The
risks with my complexion.
"Aunt En- gave me that idea; yol
, see she anticipated your objections
And my navy blue flannel properl,
7 shortened, will be just the thing fo
dewy mornings.
"And' if my ship should come il
: laden with strawberries, green pea
} and early vegetables, it will be non
the less welcome. Who knows wha
5 lots of luxuries they may bring us. Il
time we may have library and posi-
5 bly, n piano"
Some one in the doorway with silve
. hair repeated: "a girl of words and no
: of deeds is like a garden full of weeds
5 You should have counted grandpa il
? among the relief corps"
81 shall be happy to-" said the ros
| maiden. Il didn't think YOU woul
Q guess my conundrum so soon. "But,
= smilingly, "the enterprising firm o
e We, Us & Co. dop' tmean to know wha
5 a garden of weeds isl
"First thing, am going to stan
some sage and other plants,in the hous